We are the plastic people
who live in a store-window world.
Our blind eyes
look past the bruised women,
over the frightened children,
and through the drunks
who bless us
as they ask for bus fare.
Our stopped up ears
tune out gun shots, whimpers
and cries of injustice
from filthy alleys,
school yards
and our own kitchen tables.
Our calm smiles
cover over mouths
wailing with hunger or
gaping in horror.
This is “normal”
this is “fine”
this is the status quo
we do not disturb.
Keep consuming, spending
and pretending
everything is
alright.
For we are the plastic people
who live in a store-window world.
This is for IGRT where Lola has given us a variety of pictures to write about. It's also for PAD and NaPoWriMo.
